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††††††††††† I hear the windís call; a cry of the silence that we breathe, the changing of the world and the dreams that we bring. Remarkable legends sights and seas, tragedy, drama, unsolved mysteries. Passion and all things that enhance us more than we change ourselves, their eyes held back when we accomplish the good things. Precious minds are most wanted this time but arrogant lines find dope fiends to hide behind. We donít see their exclusive motion, donít hear the silence or the dangerous screams. Silencing our thoughts, romance and hopeóour insanity screams. A beautiful morning prefers a wonderful rage, interacting upon the silent gauge